To push TLC, its on-the-go flight update function, Orbitz gets behind YouTube in these ads which, if nothing else, show the perfect good-bye depends as much on the timeliness of your beloved's leaving as on your demonstration of suicide-inducing sadness.

Funny funny. We like how the gay one is labeled LGBT. It really led us to believe the spot would be racier than it was.

There's just something about the phrase "master of disguise" that dissolves us into giggles.

Grey Worldwide and Asabailey Viral Advertising put together an explorer-style "branded entertainment feature" (not viral) to showcase Tanqueray's adventurous new Rangpur gin. Created for the Globe Probe and set in mystery-ridden India, the show has an Austin Powerness to it that's inexpicably appealing.

Take a seat for The Hidden Lime Groves of Rangpur. It's actually almost worth it until the Tanqueray comes out of the snake basket and you realize that you just lost 10 minutes of your life to a gin ad.

This new spot for Traveler's Insurance lauds the surgical reattachment of rabbit feet to their hosts following a growing public realization that luck means little when you've got good insurance.

Fallon, Minneapolis did the spot. The PR girl was quick to note the rabbits' paws were dyed with a vegetable base and that the American Humane Association was on set along with the frolicking little extras. Well, we're sure PETA is too busy with other things to decry the loss of a potential pro-bunny crusade.

We smiled a bit and reflexively clutched at the string of hoodoo chicken legs around our necks. Hands off, Fallon.

We are not a fan of Axe's new "Bom Chicka Wah Wah" thing but since we're not Bob Garfield who claims he's always right when he reviews commercial work, we're gonna let you have a look and decide for yourselves. We will say with rampant rebellion against the stuff trickling up from the hallways of high schools across America from girls who can't stand guys who wear the stuff and end up smelling like they just finished a shift at a Macy's fragrance counter, this current idiocy isn't going to help matters much. Oops, that was an opinion, wasn't it? Sorry.

Oh and the two videos here and here are supposed to be part of one of them new fangled viral campaign thingies everyone's been talking so much about. Call us crazy but doesn't something have to "go viral" before it can be labeled viral? We really need a new term here.

Well there you have it. Yet another superficial approach to promoting a dating service. For any man who doesn't have a 13 inch plus piece of erect manhood, Match.com, and the women who use it, don't think you're worthy of consideration. This is one angle Match.com has taken in a recent three spot animated television campaign. It's as if the creative team popped LSD (see, we got the drug reference right this time) before concepting this very very different approach to dating service advertising. We're guessing since True.com has the extreme cleavage angle claimed, Match.com had to go in a different but equally extreme direction.

A clever little campaign dubbed RGX Life touts RGX as a mature brand that's easier on the senses than flashy jockstraps like Axe and Tag. In a compelling series of ads, actress Rachel Specter challenges the camera eye's manhood with a few well-written insecurity jabs.

Bravo, RGX. Shame is a time-honoured and totally legit tactic. Consider how long Listerine's been doing it.

If you're curious about how RGX is holding up against the competition, Advertising Age has practically written a novel about it.

TBWA, France is responsible for this AIDS awareness ad, the third installment of what apparently started out a slightly more charming series. Thanks go out to FishNChimps who, as usual, knows how to send us home happy.

The guys at left, Adam and Dave, are "Top Emerging Talent" according to Boards magazine. After seeing their Unreel Sports features (sponsored by the zany folk at Fuel TV), we could only shake our heads and wonder to ourselves why nobody else ever came up with pool pool or Segway jousting.

Don't both just seem like things you'd fall into one lame Sunday with your spoiled pothead friend from Tampa?